Pem. And I, my king, sought but the good of England
In all too harshly crying for the rights
Of your long loyal barons.
Hen. Rise, my lords.
We hold you not attainted, but awhile
Must look with careful coldness on your love,
Till by your lives we test this swift repentance.
Alb. O sovereign merciful, we ask no more
Than thus to prove us true.
Hen. Now let this day